A gift and a curse

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Characters: reverse_destiny and you
Setting: Floor Eleven, once more
Format: Whichever!
Summary: Sora's been given a Keyblade by Aqua. But now, that light is wearing him down--and he's panicking about what this means.
Warnings: None as of yet

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Sora's shaking, staring at the cold, metallic weapon in his hand. It's foreign, not at all what he's used to. In fact, instead of the wing-shaped blade that he's used to, he holds in his hand a giant key. And no matter how hard he tries, no matter what he does, it's all he can call. And that just won't do. Ansem would kill him. Keyblades are of the light, and light is bad and wrong and it's everything that's hurt him in the past.

Unable to hold in the emotions anymore, Sora throws the Keyblade, it spinning out over the water before vanishing in a flash. It merely appears in his hand again. Finally, after giving a loud, emotional scream that leaves his throat raw, he falls to his knees, shaking. The key rests on the ground beside him where it had fallen. And not too far away, two creatures watch him.

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[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

"D-Don't know..." he mutters shakily, trying to keep himself from just lashing out at anything and everything. He's afraid, really. Like the little boy who'd been told smoking is bad all his life and then was handed a cigarette and made to smoke.

[queenofbass.livejournal.com]

She moved just a bit closer, trying to be cool about this. Inside, she was worrying, she didn't deal well with emotional situations, she would rather keep them down and hidden, and while the boy seemed to be trying to do that it was still fairly apparent that something was wrong.

"What's the matter?" she asked, concern edging her voice.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

If she's bad with emotional situations, he might just be worse. He'd lived most of his life shutting them in, only letting pride and a strange kind of glee show through. But now everything's overflowing.

"...Someone gave me something I can't get rid of."

Sorry, late tagging. ><

[queenofbass.livejournal.com]

"Something? Hey, ya can... can talk about it if ya want." Marceline actually settled on the ground by him, something she didn't do often when she could float. It was hard, and reminded her why she didn't do this often, but she could manage. "I mean, who'd I tell, it's not like I know anyone here yet, really. And it might make ya feel better."